Amy Secrist

Tag: springtime

  • Suffer the Ache, Sweet Babies

    When earth finally moves again and soil gives up after soaking rain, we watch seeds pods crack open, spindly white stems humbly folded, their heads still buried in dirt. I marvel at miracles, little babes surrounding me like folds of skirts, hugging my legs and screaming all sorts of nonsense because they are tired and hungry. I…

  • Stop and Write Some Poems

    Shoes come off, then the socks,stepping lightly o’er the rocks. Wind picks up, kids run wild,flying through the grass awhile. Sitting down, looking up,slowing now to fill the cup. One line here, one verse there,meaning, meaning everywhere. Stop and write some poems.